A/N: Okay, I'm sorry if this is a little boring, but this is a really important scene, probably my favorite one in "The Eleventh Hour". These include the exact text from the episode(which I obviously don't own). Please review so that I can know how I'm doing (this is all pretty new to me).

The man calling himself a doctor (although he obviously wasn't one, what kind of doctor dresses that badly?) was sitting across from Amelia, scooping custard onto his fish fingers and finally eating without complaint.

Amelia had found her own food (she was eating ice cream straight from the tub). Amelia was looking at the man across the table from her, and still couldn't thin of how, exactly; she could describe such a man. He wasn't exactly like anyone she'd ever met before, but she just couldn't figure out why.

"Funny," she said aloud.

"Am I?" the doctor said. "Good. Funny's good. What's your name?"

"Amelia Pond," she said.

"Oh, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Pond." Said the doctor. "Like a name in a fairy tale. Are we in Scotland, Amelia?"

"No." she said, happy that he could recognize her accent, but also wondering how he didn't know what country he was in. "We had to move to England. It's rubbish."

"So what about your mum and dad, then? Are they upstairs? Thought we'd have woken them by now."

"I don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt."

"I don't even have an aunt."

"You're lucky," Amelia said, and was surprised to realize that she didn't regret saying it at all- she could live by herself. She didn't need Aunt Sharon to tell her what to do.

"I know. So, your aunt, where is she?" he asked.

"She's out," said Amelia (aunt Sharon had said that she was going to go buy some more yarn, but Amelia knew that getting more yarn was an all-night outing- aunt Sharon did have a way of planning unrealistically,)

"And she left you all alone?" the man asked. Amelia frowned. He seemed concerned.

"I'm not scared," she said, and it was true. She had always thought she was much braver than her Aunt anyway.

"Course, you're not. You're not scared of anything. Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of a box, man eats fish custard, and look at you, just sitting there. So you know what I think?"

Amelia looked at him, confused by the strange man once again. "What?"

"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall." He said.

The man went up to her room, and immediately ran over to her bedroom wall, observing it. "You've had some cowboys in here," he said. "Not actual cowboys, though that can happen."

Amelia [icked up one of the apples that her mother had given her. She remembered how the man had said he hated apples.

"I used to hate apples," she told him, holding out the apple, "so my mum put faces on them."

"She sounds good, your mum. I'll keep it for later. This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's a thing. Where's the draught coming from?"

Amelia hadn't the slightest idea what he was saying, but decided to not let him know it, for now. The doctor took out a metal stick-like object. He pointed it at the wall, and pressed a button. The end glowed green in the night. But

"Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey. You know what the crack is?"

"What?"

"It's a crack. But I'll tell you something funny. If you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, because the crack isn't in the wall."

"Where is it, then?"

"Everywhere. In everything. It's a split in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched; pressed together right here in the wall of your bedroom. Sometimes, can you hear-?"

"A voice," said Amelia, glad that she wasn't going mad (although this "doctor" person shouldn't have been reassuring, somehow, Amelia trusted him) "Yes."

The doctor emptied her water glass, and pressed it up against the crack. Suddenly, Amelia heard it. The voice that she'd been hearing in her room, clear as day, projected through her water glass.

"PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED," it said. "PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED."

Amelia looked to the doctor, but he seemed to be just as confused as she was. "Prisoner zero?" he said, thoughtfully.

"Prisoner Zero has escaped. That's what I heard. What does it mean?" she asked.

"It means that on the other side of this wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. And you know what that means?"

"What?" Amelia asked.

"It means that on the other side of this wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. And you know what that means?"

"What?"

"You need a better wall. The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert and it'll snap itself shut. Or…" the doctor looked nervous, and confused.

"What?"

The doctor turned to Amelia. "You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?"

"Yes."

"Everything's going to be fine."

The doctor took her hand and pointed his green glowy metal stick-thing at the crack again, and the room was flooded with bright white light. "PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED," said the voice, louder now. "PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED."

Inside Amelia's room, there seemed to be another room with an eye in it. A very, very, large blue eyeball, staring straight at her.

"Hello?" the doctor yelled into the room. "Hello?"

"What's that?" Amelia asked, looking towards the eyeball.

A bright light flashed on the doctor, and the gap seemed to close.

"There, you see? Told you it would close. Good as new." He said.

"What's that thing? Was that Prisoner Zero?"

"No. I think that was Prisoner Zero's guard. Whatever it was, it sent me a message. Psychic paper. Takes a lovely little message," he took a pad of paper out of his pocket, and read the message: "Prisoner Zero has escaped. But why tell us? Unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn't have. We'd know."

Amelia wasn't so sure, but the doctor made his way out of the room, and down the stairs, muttering to himself as he went.

"It's difficult. Brand new me. Nothing works yet. But there's something I'm missing. In the corner of my eye…" Amelia wasn't sure what he meant, but she did hear the strange sound emanating from the garden once again, but different this time.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" the Doctor said, running out towards the garden, where his box lay. He waved his hands around wildly, gesturing towards the box, that still appeared to be emitting steam.

"I've got to get back in there. The engines are phasing. It's going to burn!"

"But it's just a box," Amelia questioned. "How can a box have engines?"

"It's not a box. It's a time machine." He said, looking at Amelia completely serious.

"What, a real one? You've got a real time machine?" she knew that she shouldn't believe him, but something told her that he was telling the truth.

"Not for much longer if I can't get her stabilised. Five-minute hop into the future should do it." He said, starting to climb into the box.

"Can I come?"

"Not safe in here. Not yet. Five minutes. Give me five minutes,I'll be right back."

Amelia scoffed. "People always say that."

"Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me. I'm the Doctor." He jumped into the box, and yelled "Geronimo!" as he plummeted down farther than the box looked from the outside. There was a splash, and the doors to the box slammed shut on their own. Amelia heard the strange whooshing noise once again as the box seemed to dissolve into thin air. He had been telling the truth! He had real time machine, one that she could use to get away from here!

She ran up to her room as fast as she could, packing up her things- the Doctor would be back in five minutes, and then she could travel through time! She put on a hat (just in case it got cold) and her coat, and ran back out to the garden with her suitcase, and sat and waited for her savior, the raggedy doctor, to come and show her all the great things you can see with a time machine!